Man Only Fears Lyrics
| Song | Man Only Fears |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | Nightmare in A-Minor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alexander, Berkeley ... | |
| (feat. ShoGun Assason) | |
| [Poetic] | |
| Gravediggaz, Gatekeep' | |
| Grym Reap', Gravediggaz | |
| Gatekeep', Grym Reap' | |
| Yo | |
| A fresh alley, is like Death Valley | |
| Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty | |
| I Invade your county, state, town, or borough | |
| Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo | |
| Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo | |
| Outfit, house bitch you dumb | |
| Deaf, blind, can't rip a rhyme | |
| MC's lines is empty, I'm unfriendly | |
| The Art of War horror-core slaughter more cats than a Chinese restaraunt | |
| My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel | |
| MC's, I'm rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet | |
| In your back, you're wack, fuck your click, they just over-react | |
| I ain't feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat | |
| I break mates, human bein's, shapes, and Shakespeare's of Europeans | |
| Fuckin' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades | |
| Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids | |
| And fully extend the Gravedigga welcome | |
| To Hell, son, the Devil got you in a full nelson | |
| Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride | |
| If left to the doctors I'd have already died | |
| But I'm back, darker than a pitch-black night | |
| With a track and a mic | |
| [Chorus x2: ShoGun Assason (Frukwan)] | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| (Yo niggas that know not can't get, don't got) | |
| [ShoGun Assason] | |
| Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate | |
| ShoGun, I use my words to Assason-ate | |
| Murder is all I see here, so I say what I see | |
| When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy | |
| Call the bomb squad, I'm a threat to the cassette deck | |
| Might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge | |
| Danny Godsmith, who the fuck you think masterminded this? | |
| Brain-storm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show 'em | |
| We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal | |
| I'd Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At | |
| It's Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out | |
| Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the fuck Up! | |
| [Frukwan] | |
| Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' seance | |
| Upon a black young child with the crayon | |
| I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular | |
| Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics | |
| Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man | |
| Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death | |
| Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail | |
| Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty | |
| The Gods, I use the guns and glocks to lock the monopoly | |
| Armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance | |
| Gatekeep', what? You know how it motherfuckin' be | |
| G-O-D, the path consists of numerous tricks | |
| But niggas thoughts are restricted | |
| Rather be crammed in little districts | |
| Chop the element, a household name in every residence | |
| I be the King sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants | |
| Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent | |
| Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance | |
| Cover us but On the Strength my niggas double up | |
| Here to engage, left in disarray | |
| Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| [ShoGun Assason] | |
| Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears | |
| [Frukwan] | |
| Niggas that know not can't get, don't got [x4] |
| zuo ci : Alexander, Berkeley ... | |
| feat. ShoGun Assason | |
| Poetic | |
| Gravediggaz, Gatekeep' | |
| Grym Reap', Gravediggaz | |
| Gatekeep', Grym Reap' | |
| Yo | |
| A fresh alley, is like Death Valley | |
| Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty | |
| I Invade your county, state, town, or borough | |
| Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo | |
| Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo | |
| Outfit, house bitch you dumb | |
| Deaf, blind, can' t rip a rhyme | |
| MC' s lines is empty, I' m unfriendly | |
| The Art of War horrorcore slaughter more cats than a Chinese restaraunt | |
| My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel | |
| MC' s, I' m rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet | |
| In your back, you' re wack, fuck your click, they just overreact | |
| I ain' t feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat | |
| I break mates, human bein' s, shapes, and Shakespeare' s of Europeans | |
| Fuckin' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades | |
| Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids | |
| And fully extend the Gravedigga welcome | |
| To Hell, son, the Devil got you in a full nelson | |
| Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride | |
| If left to the doctors I' d have already died | |
| But I' m back, darker than a pitchblack night | |
| With a track and a mic | |
| Chorus x2: ShoGun Assason Frukwan | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| Yo niggas that know not can' t get, don' t got | |
| ShoGun Assason | |
| Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate | |
| ShoGun, I use my words to Assasonate | |
| Murder is all I see here, so I say what I see | |
| When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy | |
| Call the bomb squad, I' m a threat to the cassette deck | |
| Might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge | |
| Danny Godsmith, who the fuck you think masterminded this? | |
| Brainstorm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show ' em | |
| We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal | |
| I' d Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At | |
| It' s Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out | |
| Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the fuck Up! | |
| Frukwan | |
| Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' seance | |
| Upon a black young child with the crayon | |
| I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular | |
| Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics | |
| Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man | |
| Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death | |
| Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail | |
| Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty | |
| The Gods, I use the guns and glocks to lock the monopoly | |
| Armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance | |
| Gatekeep', what? You know how it motherfuckin' be | |
| GOD, the path consists of numerous tricks | |
| But niggas thoughts are restricted | |
| Rather be crammed in little districts | |
| Chop the element, a household name in every residence | |
| I be the King sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants | |
| Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent | |
| Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance | |
| Cover us but On the Strength my niggas double up | |
| Here to engage, left in disarray | |
| Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| ShoGun Assason | |
| Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears | |
| Frukwan | |
| Niggas that know not can' t get, don' t got x4 |
| zuò cí : Alexander, Berkeley ... | |
| feat. ShoGun Assason | |
| Poetic | |
| Gravediggaz, Gatekeep' | |
| Grym Reap', Gravediggaz | |
| Gatekeep', Grym Reap' | |
| Yo | |
| A fresh alley, is like Death Valley | |
| Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty | |
| I Invade your county, state, town, or borough | |
| Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo | |
| Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo | |
| Outfit, house bitch you dumb | |
| Deaf, blind, can' t rip a rhyme | |
| MC' s lines is empty, I' m unfriendly | |
| The Art of War horrorcore slaughter more cats than a Chinese restaraunt | |
| My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel | |
| MC' s, I' m rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet | |
| In your back, you' re wack, fuck your click, they just overreact | |
| I ain' t feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat | |
| I break mates, human bein' s, shapes, and Shakespeare' s of Europeans | |
| Fuckin' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades | |
| Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids | |
| And fully extend the Gravedigga welcome | |
| To Hell, son, the Devil got you in a full nelson | |
| Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride | |
| If left to the doctors I' d have already died | |
| But I' m back, darker than a pitchblack night | |
| With a track and a mic | |
| Chorus x2: ShoGun Assason Frukwan | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not | |
| Yo niggas that know not can' t get, don' t got | |
| ShoGun Assason | |
| Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate | |
| ShoGun, I use my words to Assasonate | |
| Murder is all I see here, so I say what I see | |
| When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy | |
| Call the bomb squad, I' m a threat to the cassette deck | |
| Might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge | |
| Danny Godsmith, who the fuck you think masterminded this? | |
| Brainstorm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show ' em | |
| We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal | |
| I' d Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At | |
| It' s Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out | |
| Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the fuck Up! | |
| Frukwan | |
| Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' seance | |
| Upon a black young child with the crayon | |
| I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular | |
| Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics | |
| Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man | |
| Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death | |
| Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail | |
| Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty | |
| The Gods, I use the guns and glocks to lock the monopoly | |
| Armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance | |
| Gatekeep', what? You know how it motherfuckin' be | |
| GOD, the path consists of numerous tricks | |
| But niggas thoughts are restricted | |
| Rather be crammed in little districts | |
| Chop the element, a household name in every residence | |
| I be the King sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants | |
| Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent | |
| Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance | |
| Cover us but On the Strength my niggas double up | |
| Here to engage, left in disarray | |
| Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| ShoGun Assason | |
| Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears | |
| Frukwan | |
| Niggas that know not can' t get, don' t got x4 |
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